Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that won't stop singing "I will Survive."

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Half-Broken Antique Ship's Lantern
A coloring book of flowers and anatomically correct hearts
A single stick of fruit stripe gum
The Autobot Matrix of Leadership
A terrible muffin from a coffee cart in Broad Ripple
A VHS tape labeled "The Hacienda 11th Grade"
The Question to the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything
A copy of Bridge Over the River Why a self-help book by Colonel Alec Nicholson
A Paranoid Android
A Toblerone

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